When I used to share an office with Jessa, and then Micah, I'd always ask them "What time is it??" Depending on the day, they would answer "New Music Tuesday!" "Horoscopes" "Peanut Butter Jelly Time*" or "Time to read interesting/dirty spam out loud." We probably should have worked on the name for that last one.
Anyway, if I weren't the last one still employed here, I'd read them this out loud today:
"The ideal age for pregnancy is 27. How old are you?"
Thanks, spam. Thanks a lot. Like I needed a deadline from you.
(*Only Jessa ate peanut butter and jelly every single day like clockwork. But we all sang the song!)